"Little front desk, please don't be angry, okay? I speak too bluntly. I don't dare to make you angry anymore. I don't like the bracelet, so I'll buy you something else." Meng Meng was speechless. "You... You... Who is your little front desk? Also, why don't you dare to make me angry anymore? I'm not yours!" At this moment, Chen Ci'er couldn't hear any sounds around him, couldn't hear the sound of other people hitting the basket, couldn't hear the friction of sneakers, but he heard the last sentence: I'm not yours, which made his heart sting a little. Chen Ci'er's cold lips kissed Meng Meng, "Well... Well" at this moment, it seemed that there was only him and his small front table.
Purpose: pure love